His eyes were the shining light in the darkness.Like two haunting beacons of blood that pierced through the night.They were the only thing that held my focus when the world dipped dangerously into limbo.
They bore into my skin with a fire that scorched my flesh and left my screaming.
I hoped people in the neighbouring rooms would hear me, but no one came to help.
I kept waiting and waiting for someone, anyone, as the madman threw my about the room, raining a hell fire of fists down upon my body.
Through the madness the voice in my head screamed.
He won't always be there to save you!
It was right. I knew deep down it was.
I couldn't always rely on someone else, I had to save myself sometime, so instead I became the rabid beast that Daniel inspired me to be.
I pulled the small knife
